I wasn't sure if I should post this or not, since I'm not a mother, but I figure that what I have to say might definitely support some mothers. Most of you, iirc have pretty young kids, infants to age 5 or so, and it is to them that I address this post, from the perspective of a child.
I was a nightmare of a child to raise, and my parents, but mostly my mother, had to deal with a ******** of problems on her own anyway. She came from a pretty toxic family, and I, even as a baby, seemed to have mental disorders: screaming if she so much left the room or went to the store for three minutes, temper tantrums that would leave toys as well as wall plaster in its wake, a total lack of social conventions that must have been extremely embarrassing to any parent, and depression that started as early as age six. I was in therapy by age ten (which continues to this day) and even with a lot of trial and error in treatment, a lot of those problems that I had as an infant persist, if in a more controlled degree. What's the point?
My parents, but really, mostly my mother never gave up on me, and she still doesn't. She's ******* awesome, and I honestly can't think of a way to thank her enough for sticking with it, as I'm sure that the parents in this thread will. So thanks ladies (and some dudes;) keep it up.
Okay, I'm going to go wash all of the estrogen out of my system now. Jesus writing that almost gave me cavities.